CASSAVA ONIKA
i.imgur.com/6LpdCne.jpgA serious Cassava Onika bounces lightly from foot to foot to warm before her match in the Gorilla Position, the motion making her F cup pillows roll on chest in a distracting manner. Particularly for her new partner and former bully Cassandra Beckett, whose eyes followed each jiggle religiously but sneakily with her peripheral vision.
CASSANDRA BECKETT
i.imgur.com/31qiMvN.jpgThe tall brunette stops rubbernecking her voluptuous partner and tries to calm the young lioness, “Feeling nervous? Don’t worry we got these coattailers,” Cassandra raises a fist too short for a fist bump, but too long for a fist pump, a miasma of awkwardness still surrounded the duo despite them mending fences. Beckett returned to save Cassava from a two one beatdown from the manicured hands of Bootyshock, and later that night they went to the bar to fill each other in on their lives since their climatic battle at Seasons Beatings and talk about the future. Cassandra has only returned to FAWN to help Onika defeat with the legendary team, and thus give Cassava the clearance to defend her “unofficial” Buns of Mass Destruction title.
With old grudges settled, Cassava is grateful for the help and the odd couple formed a new tag team (name TBD). They planned to meet in a couple of days to work out the new team kinks, but they both received orders from the front office. Beckett was scheduled for matches in Bangor all month “to relearn the FAWN style of programming” and the Superfan was being sent for a brief tour of Japan.
Apparently, Bethany Christian heard Cassava’s post match interview, and was not pleased by her implications.
So, outside a few Skype calls, the former enemies had ZERO time together. Onika got a measure of revenge by talking all of her opponents into BMD style match, making the crowd hungry for her first title defense; Bethany and FAWN were hounded on social media and the dirtsheets for not allowing the Online Sensation to defend the belt, a fact that brought a smile to Cassava’s face every time she thought about it.
Cassava had a question she wanted to ask for a while but felt she needed to do so in person, “Hey… uh, after we beat Bootyshock and I’m cleared to defend the belt, do you want a shot?” She shrugs, “I mean… you earned it.”
Beckett looked very surprised by her offer, thinking Onika would never want to step in the ring with her as an adversary again, she opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by the opening beats of Cassava’s theme song.
KICK PUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ“Hold that thought, time to kick ass and take names,” Onika playfully punches the Nebraskan in the shoulder and steps through the curtain to an adoring crowd. Cassava playfully goes through some Martial arts exercises at the top of the ramp, her blonde hair with pink highlights bouncing in the air as an anime version of her does the same moves on the Titantron to various monsters. She is dressed for battle in a wife beater shirt with a red bra to contain her envy invoking hills. Her bare feet tap against the metal of the ramp as she resumes her bouncing as Onika turns so the audience can look at what they bought their tickets for, the best, biggest, and most highly trained ass in FAWN, tightly wrapped in pin short-shorts that seem painted on.
“INTRODUCING FIRST! WEIGHING IN AT 125LBS! FROM PLEASANT VALLEY IOWA! SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1000 HIP ATTACKS! THE UNOFFICIAL BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION! CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
With that, “Kick Punch” fades and a buzz rises over the crowd as they wait for the Internet Sensation’s tag team partner to make her arrival. Soon enough, new music fires up over the loudspeakers. However, it isn’t Fozzy’s “Judas,” as fans had become accustomed to over the last several months. Instead, bouncy guitar chords herald the former Queen Bitch’s arrival as Volbeat’s “Still Counting” fills the Arena.
STILL COUNTING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXhjp85UNJICassandra Beckett struts out onto the stage to join Cassava, dressed in her familiar ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her shapely ass, and black boots. She holds her hands to her hips as she looks out at the FAWNatics, a small smile on her face as they greet her in a manner unaccustomed to the Nebraska native, that being cheers. She looks over to her partner and they exchange a nod as Beckett approaches Onika. They exchange a high five as Cassandra takes her position at the top of the entrance ramp. She stands in front of Onika, facing the crowd, though she’s considerate enough to not obscure the FAWN faithful’s view of Cassava’s moneymaker, standing just to the side of her, her right leg crossing in front of Cassava’s left. The taller woman crosses her arms, looking very imposing indeed, while Cassava raises her arms over her head bringing them down slowly over the curves of her body as she turns her head to look out at her adoring public. The two of them exchange a knowing grin, and Beckett gives Onika’s backside a playful smack before she jerks a thumb to the ring. Cassava smirks and nods and the two of them then make their way to the ring. Slapping hands along the way, the mid-western duo slide into the ring; Beckett rolls her shoulders and kept her eyes trained on the entrance way… though in her peripheral vision she memorised the sight of Cassava doing some toe touches for a pre-match stretch.
“WEIGHING IN AT 134 lbs! FROM RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA! SHE IS THE QUEEN BITCH! CASSANDRA BECKETT!!!
The last riffs of Cassandra’s theme fade away, and ‘Booty” by Jennifer Lopez fills the air.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4The callipygian combo strode through the curtains like they own the building, and with their success as a team that could honestly be true. Kendra LaRue is wearing the colors of her adoptive country Mexico, the sexiest that flag’s ever looked; clad in a two-piece bikini, her top is tied at the sides and left her shoulders bare, visibly straining to hold back LaRue’s double D’s. In what was generously called a bikini thong had far more in common with dental floss covered her unmentionables, displaying her version of their team’s namesake in heart attack inducing fashion.
KENDRA LARUE
i.imgur.com/5yQ9rH9.jpgHer senior partner is dressed more conservatively, but doesn’t lessen her sexuality one bit; Lakeisha’s shapely bosom is swathed in a gold bandeau top with thick black edging with matching bikini bottoms. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script. Lakeisha proves the adage that ‘Black don't crack’ is very true, looking just as powerful and beautiful as she was during her world championship run.
LAKEISHA BATES
i.imgur.com/1DblGRW.jpg“AND THEIR OPPONENTS, WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 273lbs, LAKEISHA BATES and KENDRA LARUE! TOGETHER, THEY ARE BOOTYSHOCK!!!!!”
The former Mexican tag team champs ignore the few brave hands that try for contact and swagger down the ramp with a hip swiveling stride that accentuated their… ahem, assets. Normally they’d make a big show of entering the ring and set people’s heart rates soaring, but Cassava’s pre-emptive strike and the lopsided asskicking she gave them in the opening minutes last match left them a bit more serious today. Seeing that Merle wasn’t officiating their match today Kendra hid a quick pout, she was looking forward to twisting him around her pinkie.
They roll into the ring and kip up at the same time, the motion sending a wave through their gurls and swaying a few more fans to their side before the match started. The four wrestlers slowly walk towards the center of the ring, passively ignoring the official who was going over the rules.
Bates shrugs her shoulder as she gives Beckett a look of frustration and bewilderment, “What the fuck, Beckett? I thought we were cool. This another Guatemala thing or what?”
Cassandra returns Bates’ look with one of her own, one of confusion and disgust. “I don’t know what the hell you’ve been smoking, Bates, but we ain’t never been cool. Hell, you two hoes ain’t never been cool, period!” As Bates and Larue smolder indignantly at Beckett’s insult, the Queen Bitch disregards the pair, looking instead at her partner. “Hey, Cassava,” she begins, “let’s get this over with quick, huh? The way these two has-beens are dressed, it looks like they’re late for their audition at the Milk Bar. The Dunbars are always in the market for discount strippers, I guess.” Kendra’s jaw hangs open in shock, while LaKeisha’s clenches, eyes wide with shocked outrage, but Beckett isn’t finished. “Not to mention the hour or two they’re penciled in for the glory holes out back.” She shrugs carelessly, “Gotta stick to what you know, right, ladies?”
“Oh, you’re dead cracka!” Bates lunges at Cassandra, talons bared for face clawing. Instead of stepping back Beckett lunges forward between the offending hands like a cobra, headbutting Lakeisha on the bridge of her nose. Eyes watering, Lakeisha staggers backward and grabs her face instinctively, as she retreats Cassandra reaches out and grabs LK’s shoulder with her left hand and started pumping fast body punches with her right. Kendra went to clothesline Beckett after the Glasgow kiss but takes a bare foot to the face with all of Cassava’s weight behind it, rocked on to her heel Kendra has no time to recover before the Superfan follows through with the other foot hitting the same spot, knocking Kendra onto her side.
MAEGERI
www.youtube.com/embed/KmT6x6Fh-8w?start=58Feeling the frustration of months of ambushes and attacks Cassava pounces like a jungle cat straddling the Jungle Queen’s waist, raining down heavy blows with both fists, meanwhile Beckett has backed Lakeisha into the ropes and is mixing it up with the odd knee to the paunch, doubling the legend over.
“You’re gonna learn to mind your manners, ‘Keisha” Cassandra instructs, firing off a right into-Bates dodges! The Nubian Queen slips to side letting Beckett’s knee rockets past, catching her leg on the second rope, the top rope hitting Cassandra across the clavicle. Scrambling to keep her balance Cassandra has no defence against Lakeisha’s NFL worthy shoulderblock that slams under Beckett’s ribs and takes her to the canvas, Bates glides off Cassandra’s form to the padded pavement outside the ring. The former world champ knots her hands together and digs an axe handle into Cassandra’s belly before grabbing her ankles. LK spins the Nebraskan 180 degrees and pulls her out of the ring, Beckett lands on her feet but eats an elbow to the face as a trade off. Bates loads up a second elbow but Beckett blocks and fires back with an uppercut, back and forth they trade fists trying to bash their opposite into submission. Cassandra slugs Bates across the cheek but takes a blow to the chin that sends her into the guardrail. The Girl from the Ghetto practically leaps on Beckett, banging the separation against the first-row fans, punching Beckett’s face like she means to cave it in.
In the ring, Onika had been treating Kendra’s face and chest like disobedient pizza dough with a parade of forearm shivers, switching to a double breast claw the BMD champion pulses her fingers into a now shrieking Kendra’s titmeat. Onika leans closer to her bully’s face and hisses, “It’s not the same when it’s a fair fight is it? Ggreegh!”
The Armenian Acolyte snaps her head forward to collide with Cassava’s, stunning her. LaRue grips the dyed blonde’s shoulders and flips them over, trapping the new blood underneath her.
“Seems the same to me, Lakeisha Lite,” LaRue hisses back. Now it’s Kendra dropping bombs on Cassava; hitting wherever she can, but focusing on her face and breasts, trying to beat those chocolate hills into spilled pudding. She’s taking a beating but Cassava’s just revving up! She intercepts a left cross and slaps Kendra’s face sharply, but that’s just a distraction for a viscous hairpull that brings the bootyshocker down to her level on the mat; each digging a grip into their foe’s mane Cassava and Kendra drop all sense of technique and style, and devolve into a beauty pageant level catball. Rolling back and forth on the canvas just slapping, scratching, clawing, punching… even biting whatever salty flesh they can get their lips on, so wrapped up in their violence and hatred they don’t realize they’re nearing the apron… they fall off the edge! Hitting the concrete floor on their sides, giving neither one the advantage, the drop from the ring forcibly separates the pair, but not for long. Barely missing a beat, the two women crashed into each other once more with roars of fury. Spitting venomous insults (that are almost certainly unrepeatable in polite company), their hands immediately into each other’s hair, the two of them resume rolling around on the thinly padded floor.
Meanwhile, Bates continues to wail on Beckett against the guardrail, her bodyscissors firmly in place. “Shoulda minded your own business, Beckett!” LK dresses her foe down as she batters her face, “Shoulda watched your damn mouth, you stupid white trash redneck! Now you’re gonna get the same as that wannabe’s gonna - WHOOOAWHATTHEFUCK??!!” While she was berating her, the Nubian Queen failed to notice Beckett’s hands gripping the waistband of her trunks, and now the Nebraskan Terror was ready, as she rises from her slumped position against the guardrail, lifting the former champion up with her.
“I’ve heard just about enough out of you!” Cassandra growls as she takes a step forward and throws LaKeisha down, sending her back crashing violently against the edge of the ring in an apron powerbomb!
APRON POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9sO89_hIqkBates lets out a pained shout as she crumples to the floor and curls up in a ball. Beckett smirks at the fallen veteran grappler before surveilling the landscape, looking for her partner. Seeing Cassava entangled with Kendra, now on their knees, exchanging brutally stinging bitchslaps, Cassandra breaks into a jog, building up steam as she makes the turn around the nearest ringpost, then the second. As she approaches the third ringpost, she lets out a warning to her partner, yelling out “DUCK!!” as she closes in on the two of them. Cassandra’s husky voice breaks through Cassava’s haze of righteous anger, and she quickly bails out of the slapping contest, flattening herself against the guardrail. Beckett, now in a full dash, smirks as she proceeds to level a confused and blindsided Kendra with a brutal Yakuza Kick.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xWzWJiFP50Larue doesn’t even have time to let out a yelp of pain like her partner, as her head just snaps back upon impact and she flops to the floor. The FAWNatics are on their feet, cheering wildly as Cassandra stands tall over the fallen Armenian. She scans the crowd, a little smile crossing her lips as she processes the fact that she’s being cheered for the first time in her career, before lowering her gaze to look at her own partner, her smile widening further still. Cassava returns the look with a smile of her own, an almost sadistic grin.
This is it! her mind shouts jubilantly,
After months of abuse from these two hoes, they’re finally gonna get a taste of their own medicine!Beckett nods slowly, licking her lips as she holds a hand out to her, as if she’s reading Cassava’s mind. The Internet Sensation nods back in understanding, taking Cassandra’s hand and letting her help her to her feet. Arizona’s Most Wanted then delivers a pair of vicious stomps to their downed opponent, one to her soft, but toned, tummy, the other right smack between her oozing breasts. Kendra grunts and convulses with each blow, letting out a scream of anguish as Cassandra grinds the sole of her boot into the soft flesh exposed by her barely decent ring gear. She then hauls Kendra up roughly by the hair, making sure to get a tight handful before yanking her to her feet. Still gripping Larue’s dark hair, she looks the dazed bully in the eyes with a look of disgust before giving her a taste of the back of her hand across the mouth, turning her head aside. She then goes behind the wobbly former Mexican tag team champion, snaking her arms under Kendra’s own and locking her fingers behind her head, locking in a full nelson, leaving the helpless woman wide open.
“Fuck her up, sugar.” Cassandra coos to her partner, her honey-sweet voice belying her maliciously evil intentions. Cassava grins wide, which transforms into a malicious snarl as she cups Kendra’s chin, looking at her in her glazed-over eyes.
“Here’s a preview, bitch!” Cassava hisses, “When I get to defend my belt against you, I’m gonna make you suffer!” With that, she begins teeing off on the veteran, peppering her tummy with deep punches as Cassandra eggs her on, shouting words of encouragement, as well as putting the badmouth on Larue. The Milk Chocolate Mauler then takes a half step back, adopting a traditional karate stance. In a flash of movement Cassava steps forward; pushing forward with her back right leg in time with a rapid twist of the hips that generates power into her left fist that flattens Kendra’s tit.
OU-ZUKI: LUNGE PUNCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUqmDexARh8Cassava lets out a grunt as she strikes, but it's drowned out by the choked back moan of Kendra and has fans wincing in sympathy. Those who thought this was simply a very effective breast attack were sorely mistaken (but not as sore as Kendra). Beckett can feel the precise force travel through LaRue’s body and out her back. Beckett never understood why Cassava didn’t incorporate more strikes but is thankful she never did throughout their sordid feud.
Onika snaps back into her front stance (zenkutsu-daichi) before Kendra’s finished whimpering and lashes out again, this time whipping a flattened hand out. Bisecting LaRue’s sideboob with the side of hand and making the Armenian shudder like she stuck a fork in an outlet.
SHUTO UCHI: SIDE KNIFE HAND STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbDz5GKXlU0The Jungle Queen’s left milker smacks into its partner, righty looks like it’s trying to escape Kendra’s beating but swings back for a retaliatory hit on lefty. For a few moments Kendra’s chest looks like it’s on a bumpy roller coaster so stuck are they in the inertia of Cassava’s blow, like a fleshy Newton’s Cradle. Once Kendra’s udders stopped undulating, the camera zoomed in on the Bootyshocker’s second best feature. In their distress one of LaRue’s tits had escaped its cup, her nipple becoming turgid in the cool air as it trembled atop her heaving chest. Spying the pie on the windowsill, Onika gives it a light pinch and twist getting a high-pitched whine out of Kendra.
“Does it seem different now, parasite?” Cassava hisses, getting up in LaRue’s face. “You could have come to me straight like a woman and challenged me, instead of pulling chickenshit tactics to make yourself seem big. Not so fun when Saggy Bates can’t save you, is it?” Still wrenching on the full nelson to subtly punish their victim further, Beckett smirks as she hears Cassava smack talking LaRue, inwardly weeping like a proud mama.
“FOUR!! FIVE!!”
Referee Craig Long’s count finally makes its way to the fledgling team’s ears. In their single-minded malicious desire to get their hands on their bitter enemies, they completely missed the ringing of the bell to officially start the match when Long’s attempts to restore order fell on deaf ears. The Nebraskan furrows her brow and releases the full nelson, but not her grip on Kendra, quickly taking hold of her hair and her bottoms, lest she fall over from the abuse that’s been heaped upon her. “Playtime’s over, darlin’” she says flatly, “time to get down to business.” She rolls LaRue into the ring to break up the count. “You get first dibs, babe. You’re the one they’ve been tormenting, after all.”
Cassava turns her newfound partner’s offer over in her head before shaking her head with a sly grin. “Nah, you go have fun. I want to save my hips for Bates. I'm going to crush her into a cube, mail to my house, and record an unboxing video for my show. Title: reaction to an ass whoopin.” Cassandra smirks at her show of bravado and gives her a wink before grasping the bottom strand and sliding underneath and into the ring in one smooth motion. She kips up and plays to the crowd, her arms outraised in a “V” to a smattering of cheers. Her expression then switches gears on a dime, from playful to downright hateful. Spying Kendra on all fours, trying to crawl away from the vicious brawler, Beckett sees her target. Winding up, she rears back and levels a brutal kick that deliberately digs the laces of her boot into the exposed, dangling titflesh.
“AHHHHHGH, GAAAWD!!” Kendra howls as she rolls over twice, winding up on her back near one of the corners. She gets no reprieve from her aggressor, however, as Cassandra stalks after her, laying in stiff stomps to her midsection and chest. These stomps finish the job that Cassava’s karate strikes had started, as Kendra’s top completely comes undone and falls to the side. Cassandra smirks and leans over, grabbing a tight handful of Kendra’s dark locks and pulling her up and pushing her back into the corner. After a pair of knife-edge chops across her collarbone that set the Armenian’s freed gurls jiggling, she looks to see Bates has finally, barely, pulled herself onto the ring apron and is using the ropes to help her make her way to her corner. Grinning wickedly, Cassandra sees an opportunity to use her Bitch powers for good, rather than evil.
“Hey! Hey, ref!” she barks at Long, pointing in LaKeisha’s direction, “Keep Bates back!”
“What?” He turns in the direction Beckett was pointing, “Bates, what are you up to?” The millisecond the zebra’s back was turned, the former Queen Bitch shows how she earned that title, lifting a heavy knee in between Kendra’s legs, lifting her up so that she was actually standing on the first turnbuckle. Her wails of agony are quickly cut off as Cassandra then delivers a double-handed thrust chop to her throat, bringing her feet back down to the mat. She follows that little bit of foul play with a rake of the eyes.
“HEY!!” Long shouts, having turned back around just in time to see the eye rake. “I saw that, Beckett! Knock it off!” Cassandra simply shrugs and, looking the official dead in the eye, raaaaakes her nails across Kendra’s tender titty meat, ripping another pained shriek from the veteran’s lips.
“AAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!! Ohhhh, my gaaaawd, my pussy...my tits...you fucking bitch…” Kendra hisses through gritted teeth.
“Now, now…” Cassandra tuts at her, “I already told your piece of shit partner...that’s
QUEEN Bitch! And now your dumb ass is learning why, ain’t cha?” With that, she piefaces the brutalized girl disrespectfully before peeling her out of the corner, sending her tumbling down to the mat. “Hey, Hot Stuff!” she calls to Cassava, “You want a piece of this now?”
The BMD champion nods” Why not, I can show her the difference between silicone and the real thing.”
“Nice,” Beckett grins picking up Bootyshocker jr. by the hair, and starts to dog walk her
over to home corner. “Come on, little puppy,” she taunts as she pulls her into hostile territory, “bark for me, slut! No? Well, that’s okay...You’re about to get disciplined anyway!”
When they get within range of Onika’s outstretched hand Cassandra kicks out a foot for a long-distance tag, when boot touches fingers the officials claps and the crowd lets out a good cheer now that Kylie’s last remaining fan is in the mix, but not without a final parting shot from the Queen Bitch.
“I oughtta make you lick my boots, mutt! But that can wait till I get you one on one.” she growls, before clapping Cassava on her rear as she steps through the strands, “Have fun, babe!”.
A year ago that interaction would have made me sick. thought Cassava, taking over Beckett’s wristlock to pull Kendra up in a series of painful yanks. Grimacing Kendra slaps at her own shoulder to ease some of the pain as she tries to position for a reversal. The pair go deeper into the ring as they battle for control, Cassava clearly leading, but then Kendra’s natural advantages in size and strength kick in and she turns the hold on Cassava; do-si-do-ing and bringing her arm between her shoulder blades in a tight hammerlock.
“So, if I beat on you long enough, will you start dating me too?” Kendra whispers harshly into Onika’s ear, wrenching up on the submission hold. The dyed blond growls reaching an arm up and behind to dig into Kendra’s deltoid, pushing off that Onika brings both of her feet into the air and stomps both of her feet onto LaRue’s boobs at the same time. The hurtful distraction gives Onika the leverage sneak through LaRue’s legs taking Kendra’s hammerlock arm with her, bending the Jungle Queen over. Taking Kendra’s free arm under her own, the Superfan lifts and flips Kendra into the air then drags her down into a Bane worthy backbreaker!
PUMPHANDLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6f8McooaCY Kendra cries out as she bounces off Cassava’s knee to roll onto her side, clutching the small of her back. Either in her rise or descent Kendra’s other udder had slipped its confines and now her breasts were naked in front of a roaring crowd and live on PPV.
“We’re not dating,” Onika gives a small kick to LaRue’s tenderized back, making her cry out, “but even if we were, you’re not my type.”
On the apron Beckett frowns a little at Cassava’s unintentional rejection, it’s true they weren’t dating, but still…
“Shut your damn mouth Kendra!”
The Online sensation collects LaRue in a headlock using the noose to try pull her into a headscissors, the former champion of Mexico fights back by peppering Cassava’s side with punches but endures and pulls Kendra’s skull between her legs and clamps down tight. Cassava’s thick, powerful thighs SQUEEZED Larue like a steel vice; despite her attempt to hold it back a muffled, pitiful groan trickled out of Kendra’s lips. God, she hates this sawed-off Lakeisha, somehow every time they’re in the ring together this bitch finds a way to humiliate her! Kendra pats her way to Cassava’s ass, and claws and digs at her luxuriously padded rear. The ‘unofficial’ BMD champ hisses and gives Kendra’s rump a sharp two-handed spank, followed by a sawing yank of LaRue’s thong.
Once the shock soldier’s grip on her cheeks had weakened Cassava bends down and circles her arms around Kendra’s middle and pulls the heel up and over her right shoulder, bouncing on her feet to jar Kendra’s abused spine against the joint.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFwcwoIpuNw Gritting her teeth, LaRue kicks her long legs in the air as she tries to wiggle free but Onika’s not done; switching her grip to Kendra’s armpits Cassava shoots her arms up full length, the sight of the much smaller rookie holding up the tall veteran is almost humorous.
She may be short but Cassava’s got power and she clearly knows how to use it; tensing Cassava throws her body flat on the mat, simultaneously hurling LaRue back first against the padded plywood.
B.A.M.F
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI“AAARG!”
Kendra screams as electricity runs throughout her body, toes curling in her boots she rolls onto her front and starts to crawl to her corner. These consecutive attacks to her back are quickly yielding dividends, Kendra has to tag out soon or- Onika somersaults to her feet and bounds after the bootyshocker turned caterpillar, jumps in the air and lands booty first on LaRue’s lower back (hip attack76).
Cassava slides off the still spasming Kendra and rolls her face up, scooping both of her knees in tight for a pin that pointed Kendra’s ass to the lights for the first pin of the match.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRENNOOO!!!
LaRue saves her team by the skin of her creamy shoulder, which she raises at the very last microsecond. Undeterred, Cassava gets up tries to muscle Kendra to standing for an Irish whip, but the Jungle Queen passively protests by going deadweight.
“Come on you Mexican-culture appropriating lame ass” Onika huffs, struggling to lift the now sandbag-like woman. “Take your lumps like an adAAA!!!”
An uppercut crushes Cassava’s kitty making her jelly legged and noodle armed, with a grunt that had more to do with back pain then the rookie’s weight, Kendra hoists Cassava in the air by an arm and a leg and falls backward, slamming her back first against the padded plywood. Before the Superfan finishes convulsing, Kendra is on top of Cassava, one forearm grinding into her face the other arm hooking a leg for the pin.
SAMOAN DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTMN5KbAKosONE!!!
TWO!!!
THNNOOO!!!
Before the official hit the third count, he expertly notices Cassava is pushing against the bottom rope with her big toe, saving the match. Too tired to protest this clearly moronic call, Kendra rolls off Onika and resumes her crawl to Bootyshock home base. Shaking her head clear Cassava decides a switch up of dance partners would be best as well, and using the ropes a crutch goes from all fours to walking upright as she nears Beckett’s outstretched and bouncing hand.
LaRue makes it to her corner first slapping Lakeisha’s eager palm and tagging her into action. Seeing that the false BMD champ is too far way to stop with an attack, she opts for some veteran psychology.
“Running away already? You really do take after Nebraska; you’re made of the same chicken shit!”
Cassava’s hand halts in mid-air, her body frozen. Beckett’s not sure but for a moment… the pupils of her partner’s eyes seem to withdraw into each other like a cat enraged.
Onika folds her tagging hand from a paddle to her index finger in the air in a “”one moment” gesture, she speaks in a calm, even voice “Back in a little bit.”
Cassandra looks on worriedly at her partner walks halfway down the ropes on their side of the ring, “Hey! She’s baiting you! Don’t fall for her trap!”
The creepily calm rookie doesn’t take her eyes off Bates, who cautiously but confidently steps inside the ropes takes a similar position on her half of the ring, “Everything’s going to be fine.”
The Fawn legend and the new blood lock eyes, communicating without speaking. Be it a result of them adopting the same wrestling style or maybe them being far more similar then they’d like to admit, they reach an understanding.
An imaginary starter’s pistol goes off and the combatants start running full speed at each other! The crowd’s on the edge of their seats as the dusky beauties speed toward an EPIC-they pass by each other? Instead of colliding they pass right by each other and cross the full length of the ring and turn to hit the ropes, with the added momentum they’re on a trajectory for a climactic clash… but they move by like two trains in the night? They hit the strands again, building even more speed; Lakeisha’s face is one of frantic resolve as she runs; the former world champ has something to prove to herself. Cassava’s expression is oddly cold, almost robotic, her thoughts are a mystery but it’s disconcerting to see such a look on a usually warm, jovial girl. Again, they fly by mere centimeters from touching, the aster they go the higher the pressure builds, all eyes are glued to ring. no one daring to miss what happens when the spark is lit in this gas chamber.
They ‘twang’ off the ropes for a third time, practically blurs of movement they approach the ring’s nucleus; they turn and jump into the air (the crowd and their tag partners hold their breath) and their bodies meet in the most EPIC ASS TO ASS MEETING SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME.
As impossible as it would seem the spectators that day would swear, they felt a shockwave ripple throughout the building as a result of the booty on booty violence. The ring ropes shook, Kendra and Cassandra had to hang on for dear life or fall onto the padded concrete, the pretty redheaded timekeeper seated by the announcers’ table falls backward; still in her chair, her high heels kicking wildly. In confusion.
A sequence of events that will go viral and later be replayed from that point on as a “FAWN Legendary Moment”. After their backsides meet in epic, jiggling combat, Onika and Bates have two separate, very different experiences that will feature in their wrestling and personal development from that point.
Lakeisha is thrown from battle like a body through a windshield, flipping and tumbling awkwardly along canvas by no means under her own power, she easily would have fallen to the outside if one for the bottom and middle ropes abruptly halting her progress, hitting them with her right shoulder and thighs (Bates was upside down). LK’s glutes seemed to be undulating and jiggling long after their meeting with their new rivals, actually clapping against each other once or twice as if to warn off a potential predator. Falling onto her side The Nubian Queen sets herself right onto her haunches and focuses to her still spinning eyes to try and locate the wreckage of Cassava… only to look on in horror.
Standing in ring like it she was taking a stroll on a summer day, hands on hips, Cassava Onika looks over her shoulder to smile coyly at the gobsmacked Bootyshocker. She barely moved an inch. Beckett throws both fists up.
“Wooo! Do you get it now, you stupid hoe?” Beckett taunts LK, “YOU! DON’T! MEASURE! UP!” she punctuates each word with a clap of her hands.
That was the signal to break the pregnant silence following the encounter, and the arena ERUPTED. Her mind shutting off the deafening mix of jeers and cheers, LK’s face went through a rapid myriad of expressions; confusion, realization, shock, awe, rage, sadness, denial, and so on. She looks to her platonic life partner either for emotional support or instruction, LaRue has two hands on the top rope, boots on the edge of apron, with knees crooked, ass to the audience, desperate not to fall from the ass to ass apocalypse. Wide eyed, agape, and silent with shock Kendra gives Lakeisha neither peace nor answers.
An almost sadistic glee taking over for her previously neutral expression, Cassava points her thumbs down to her dominant derriere, gives her cheeks a single tight clench that makes Lakeisha flinch.
“Lyricist.”
She turns and points dismissively at Bates’ lower half, “mumble rap.”
Cassava Onika is the BMD champion for a reason.
That was the last indignity the Fort Worth Native was willing to take. Scrambling to her feet Bates backed into the ropes and launched herself at this EXTREMELY lucky wannabe, looking to cave in her face with a Big Boot.
BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEdt6pzA67EThe Milk Chocolate Mauler without turning drops to a seat to dodge Lakeisha’s powerful stem, and somersaults backward and rises with her left leg reared back and ready to strike. Whiffing on the high kick LK doesn’t miss a beat and brings her leg down and pivots with an arm extended ready to clothesline Onika’s head off! Lakeisha spins 180 degrees to be impaled by a kick from the currently unstoppable Cassava, her big toe actually entering LK’s navel. The Girl from the Ghetto doubles over and lets out a deep bellow; Onika does a quick pirouette while jutting out her hips, NAILING Lakeisha in the side of the head with her right glute (hip attack 724).
Bates’ wobbles like a puppet with its strings cut, she would have fallen to one knee if not for Cassava snagging a wrist and flinging Lakeisha to the nearest ropes. When The Nubian Queen rebounds back Cassava dips and grabs her just under her shelf of breast, throwing Lakeisha straight up into the air. When Bates hits her jump’s apex Cassava does an about-face and grabs her own ankles (a fantasy for many fans) as Lakeisha falls, she gets chin checked by Onika’s Globes of Glory!
SPONTANEOUS BOOTAY (HIP ATTACK 133)
www.youtube.com/embed/ifHeTxygxwc?start=34Even when sore and discombobulated LK had a veteran’s instinct, when she hit the mat after her brief but violent pit stop in Cassava’s hindquarters Lakeisha rolls away after the first bounce towards the safety of the ropes. Nearing the bottom coil Lakeisha throws her right arm up and coils it around, planning to kick out her legs to ward off the Superfan until Da Man’s official stops playing favorites and does his job.
“Back up bitch!” The Fort Worth Native erratically kicks like a turtle on its back at the triggered Onika, “You need some home trainin’ OreMMMP!”
Cassava cartwheels through the former Booty Queen’s legs into a standing of Bates’ torso, hands on knees she goes into a squat and forces Lakeisha’s protesting face deeeep into her BMD’s. Lakeisha’s indigent screams reverberated against Onika’s undercarriage and she scrubbed and buffed against the former world champ’s features. After and 4 and nine tenths of a count Cassava exploded into a run leaving Bates gasping and greased faced, but after only a couple gulpfulls of air Lakeisha’s head whiplashed after eating Onika’s left buttcheek freshly returned from the far side ropes. Before the crowd finished “OOOH” -ing Onika sprints away rebounds off the ropes again into another butt smash, sandwiching Bates’ head between the rubber coated steel and her gluteus most maximus. A very lucky photographer gets a great shot of the Booty General's pained, open mouthed face half absorbed into Cassava’s cake. Recoiling off Lakeisha’s mug Onika once again high speeds to the ropes that were winning the match, and whips back into a low flying hip attack that ejects Lakeisha from the ring! (hip attack 73)
The seemingly deposed Nubian Queen lands hard on her head and shoulders, legs akimbo, a shadow of her former self. Not satisfied with vivisection of her hero’s former bully, Cassava slides off the apron to inflict more damage, starting with a knee drop to the forehead. Walking over she purposefully steps on Lakeisha splayed hair.
‘Next time you reference the once in a lifetime talent that is KYLIE SANDERS, you do it with respect.”
Even addled as she was, Lakeisha had the wherewithal to observe the rookie with a “bitch you crazy” expression. Onika brings a leg up to drop a micro transgression-
“HEY LARD ASS!”
Onika looks up sharply at that disrespectful remark to take in the unfamiliar sight of the statuesque Kendra flipping forward in the air like a Cirque du Soleil gymnast! Shocked into stillness, in addition to not having the time to move or block, Cassava is used as a crash pad by the suddenly highflying Jungle Queen, taking all of LaRue’s weight on her face and chest. Having timed it just right Kendra makes sure her ass is the last thing Cassava sees before being flattened like a pancake, ending up in a front facesit as the fans collectively lost their shit new and improved Kendra.
LARUE’S LAMENT
www.youtube.com/embed/DUaasnhzuGk?start=6“Don’t get ahead of yourself, new meat,” Kendra sets her hips to paint shaker, letting out her frustration with good old face riding
“Oh, HELL NO!!” Beck roars as she steps through the strands to march across the ring, only to be intercepted by Craig Long.
“Get back in your corner, Beckett!” Long bellows, putting an arm out to attempt to stop the Nebraskan brawler. Seeing this brings a smug smile to LaRue’s face, as she swishes her hips a couple more times across Onika’s face before finally rising from her seat and scurrying over to help her hetero lifemate up.
“You okay, baby?” Kendra fawns over LaKeisha as she pulls her to her feet. Seeing this, Beckett growls and shoves Craig aside.
“Get the fuck outta my way!” she barks at the startled zebra. She then continues her march over to the side of the ring where Bootyshock is gathering themselves. Gripping the top rope, Cassandra pulls back on it. Using the top rope like a slingshot, the repentant Bitch launches herself at her foes, wiping them both out with a pescado.
PESCADO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AzJhhahahgAll three bodies crash to the floor below, with the battle-weary Bates taking the worst of it. Seeing her job as keeping LaRue at bay so her partner can have Bates to herself, Beckett quickly gets to her feet and drags Kendra away from the wreckage by the hair, dog walking her around to the other side of the ring.
“Come on, little doggie,” Beckett purrs, the sweetness in her voice belying her malice and disrespect for the Jungle Queen, “Let’s leave those two to settle their differences on their own. Besides...I had so much fun playing with you before, I think I wanna play some more!” And with that, she hurls Kendra into the guardrail. Kendra’s voluptuous body shudders as flesh meets metal and she slumps down to a seated position against the steel. The Queen Bitch doesn’t give her any room to breathe, though, as she straddles Mexico’s Hottest Import, gripping LaRue’s throat tight and going nose to nose with her. “Shame you’re such a fucking cunt, LaRue. Back in the day, I would’ve
loved bending your over-inflated ass over and making you my bitch! Bet your slutty ass would’ve loved the fuck out of it, too, wouldn’t you, little puppy?!” She paintbrushes Kendra’s cheek with the back of her free hand, “Too bad you had to fuck with the wrong woman. You mess with Cassava, you mess with me, and you can ask her what it means to make an enemy of Cassandra Beckett!” With that, she spits in Kendra’s face and just begins laying in brutal forearms to Kendra’s face and chest.
Meanwhile, practically snarling, Lakeisha beats Onika to her feet by precious seconds, taking two handfuls of multicolored hair she slams the Online Sensation’s face on the apron, one, two, three times, then gives her the bum’s rush into a corner post. Cassava’s shoulder clunking off the steel, she lets out a miserable yell as she squirms, instinctively curling into a ball. The sound distracts Beckett who cranes her neck to check on her partner, halting her never ending forearms; seeing the opportunity Kendra lands an awkward headbutt to Cassandra’s jaw, knocking her off LaRue’s lap.
Kendra pounces into a straddle of the Queen Bitch and starts pumping elbows into any part of Beckett she could get to, LaRue only lands a few hits before Beckett reverses their positions and starts dropping lefts and rights to Kendra’s abundant chest. A quick and savage hairpull brings Beckett to the floor and two brunettes trade off the mount position, reach rotation increasing the intensity of their fighting.
Kendra seems to have the catfighting bug today.
On the other half of the arena Cassava isn’t faring any better, fueled by humiliation and rage Lakeisha has dragged the ASStacular rookie to her feet and shoved against the guardrail and is just SLAPPING the SHIT outta her. Forehand and backhand, rapid full swings that has Onika’s head on a permanent swivel Fans ringside are wincing at each shotgun like crack of Bates’ palm on Cassava’s redding cheeks. Each slap punctuated by Lakeisha’s running commentary.
“YOU MUST BE OUT YO GAWD! DAMN! MIND!”
SLAPSLAPSLAP “GAWDDAMN OREO TRYING TO MAKE GOOD OFF ME!”
SLAPSLAPCRACKSLAP “I MADE THIS DAMN COMPANY!”
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.Given their similar body types and skin tone a casual observer might think this is a heated dispute between an older sibling and their baby sister, or pimpette and a particularly stubborn ho. Cassava had started tearing up after the first few slaps, a pure physical reaction not emotional. After one especially hard pimp hand Onika was crying rivers and collapsed to her knees holding her face, Lakeisha grabs her by the back of her wife beater and short-shorts and HURLS her into the ring between the second and third ropes, getting Bates a smattering of applause for her feat of strength. Seeing that referee Craig had gone down to the ring to separate the tornado of pulchritude that was Beckett and LaRue, Lakeisha grabs Kendra’s discarded top and wrings it around Cassava’s neck like a garrote. Cinching it tight Bates goes to one knee to get the leverage and REALLY choke a bitch. The cameraman gets a good zoom shot of Onika’s purpling face as she tries to rid herself of the noose.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hD2gkoX0FtQWhile
that’s going on, Cassandra has once again reversed positions with Kendra, straddling her torso, making sure the Armenian’s arms are tucked in tight under her legs. As Kendra snarls at her captor, struggling to free herself, Cassandra bears down on her, levelling her with a brutal forearm shot across the bridge of her nose that seemingly knocks LaRue out cold! Or, at the very least, knocks the raven-haired vixen silly.
“Stupid whore!” Beckett spits at the dazed and moaning girl below her, “So that’s how you wanna play, huh? Well, I can dance to that tune, too!” With that, her fists unclench and curl into claws and she sends them full force into Kendra’s tender exposed teats. The Jungle Queen’s eyes go wide in painful shock and her moans become wails of agony as her tormentor gleefully mauls and tears at her chesticles. Her screams reach a new octave as the Nebraskan Terror grips Kendra’s nubs and twists viciously, seemingly trying to tear them off to keep as souvenirs.
“All right, that’s enough!!” Craig yells at the pair, having climbed out of the ring to break things up and regain some semblance of control. “Get back to your corners NOW!! And so help me, if either of you get involved without a tag again, I’m disqualifying you on the spot!” Cassandra looks up at the official with a frown, but she complies. Not before laying in another stinging SMACK! to each of Kendra’s reddened boobs. Leaving LaRue in her wake Beckett rises to walk to her corner when she sees-
“WHAT THE FUCK CRAIG!!!!”
Beckett is nearly frothing at the mouth to get back in the ring and the ref is legitimately terrified for a moment when she explodes through the ropes. He raises his arms as pitiful defense but Cassandra breezes past him to land a brutal soccer kick to Lakeisha’s face, freeing Onika from her stranglehold letting her puddle onto the canvas coughing hoarsely. A few feet away Beckett is trying to stomp THROUGH Bates, holding on to the top rope and really raising those knees and pistoning them in a curled-up Lakeisha’s side. Referee Long has to wrap his arms around The Nebraskan Terror’s waist and carry her away to her corner.
“You’re not legal! One more hit and you lose by DQ’
“IS STRANGLING LEGAL BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT SHE WAS DOING!!”
“If I wasn’t distracted by Kendra’s and your shenanigans, I would have stopped it, would Cassava want you costing her this match?”
Beckett grits her teeth and breaks the hold official has on her body, ducking through the ropes to her spot on the apron.
“Keep your eyes on the action, long.” she warns, pointing at him as she steps through the ropes. “Ref or not, I’m’a hold you responsible if we lose to some bullshit, you dig?”
Craig nods “I dig,” and turns back to the action.
Between the ropes Cassava is still coughing, but it’s not the ‘hacking a lung up’ kind that had the fans worried. Slowly the Superfan works to all fours, taking deep breaths to clear her head, she gets one foot under her before LK takes to the air and lands ass first on Onika’s back flattening her and removing all the air from her body. Bates keeps her seat on Onika and gives a slap to the back of the wannabe’s head with one hand, and a hard spank to her buns with the other.
“Mumble rap? You fuckin’ Auntie Tammie,” LK pulls Cassava to a seated position and stepped over the young lion’s shoulder to keep the weight of her ass against Cassava’s neck, “Can you understand these rhymes?”
She reaches down to grab the breathless Cassava’s wrists, shifting her weight Lakeisha places one leg behind the Superfan and one in front and raises Onika’s arms high, doing her damndest to separate the rookie’s limbs from their sockets with her hindquarters as the load point, bouncing every now and then to really work the hold.
CASSAVA’S A STRAIGHT BITCH PART ONE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O_dktZQldA&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=280&t=0sThe ref kneels down to ask if the dyed blondes ready to quit but Cassava grits her teeth and rejects the offer, looking up from her prey Bates begins jaw jacking with her enemy on the apron.
“What the actual fuck Beckett? I know we weren’t close but I thought we were on the same side of the track, running buddies. This a breach of professional courtesy, Cracka!”
The former Queen Bitch chuckles humorlessly. “Running Buddies?” she repeats incredulously, “Bitch, I
used you! I placated you morons by playing to your egos to get what
I wanted! The fact that you still don’t get that after all these years just shows how far up your own over-injected ass you two are! Goddamn, you are so full of yourselves!”
Lakeisha scowls a bit at this slander and gives a vindictive bounce against Onika’s shoulder, making her yelp. Dropping the newbie’s limp limbs, the Bootyshocker General digs a knee into Onika’s back and traps her chin in the crook of Bates’ right elbow (she was aiming for her neck but Cassava dipped at the last moment as a meager defense) using a S-grip with her left hand Lakeisha wrenches the newbie’s head back and forth.
“To catch you up to speed Chocolate Kylie; Bootyshock, Cassandra Cunt-kett, and a local named Loretta were part of a 4 woman tournament in Guatemala. We carried this redneck and Loretta to the main event; guess now you’re using this wannabe?”
“Well, that’s a neat little spin you put on it! Y’all just jealous because I lucked into some information you didn’t get! In the end, you damn right I sold Loretta out! She didn’t mean a damn thing to me. That’s where she and your better here differ! Oh…” she lets out a lilting, mocking laugh.
What Cassandra found so funny was that Lakeisha failed to account for Onika’s pleasantly rounder than average bottom gave her more leverage than most when sitting and due to her long-time martial arts training was extremely flexible. When Bates leaned forward over Cassava’s shoulder the BMD champ shot her leg up 185 degrees smacking the veteran heel in the forehead, breaking her grip. Bates groaned and held her aching noggin as she rolled onto her knees, head to the canvas with her vaunted tush pointing to the lights.
Still weak from the garroting Cassava began to crawl to her corner achingly slow on her belly. Getting as far down the tag rope as she could, Beckett was a ball of energy bouncing up and down as she leaned her outstretched hand as far into the ring as possible. Hope rises in the hearts of this makeshift team as Onika gets closer and closer… she’s about to tag when Bates moves like brown lightning, snatching a bare ankle and dragging Cassava back to center ring. The Iowan’s larger than most bewbs brushing against the coarse canvas the entire time, making her hiss.
“We ain’t done talking!”
Taking the beleaguered booty battler by the wrist and hair Bates yanks Cassava to standing, whatever the legend is doing has to wait when Cassava kicks her left leg back without looking, nailing Lakeisha just under the ribs. Bates moans and bends over, Onika gets a retaliatory hand full of hair and beats Lakeisha’s back with clubbing overhand blows, knowing she has to weaken the Fort Worth native before trying for her corner again.
Under the fusillade of punches Lakeisha nearly falls to one knee, but the fresh memory of domination by Onika’s posterior is a good motivator, and the Booty Queen under siege bursts forward colliding with Cassava, backing her up a few steps. Lakeisha takes Onika’s right wrist in hand whips it hard back and up, forcing it behind Cassava’s own back in a strange belly to belly hammerlock. Reaching around with her free hand (her left) Lakeisha takes Cassava’s trapped hand in her own, using the two grips Bates pulls close and hoists the Superfan into the air, forcing Cassava to place her legs on Lakeisha’s battle honed hips or risk a separated shoulder. Breaking her grip temporarily, Bates works her left arm around the back of Onika’s head and under her right arm, Bates completes the loop by grabbing her other hand in an S grip, forcing the rookie against her in a most painful knot.
CASSAVA’S A STRAIGHT BITCH PART TWO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4t6LEcBQUE&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=268“NNNNGH!”
The Milk Chocolate Mauler bites back a scream, this hold was not doing her neck and shoulders any favours, she could do little more than wave her fingers to show she was still conscious to ward off the ref, if she tried to get her feet on the ground the pressure on her neck would make her unconscious almost instantly. All she could do was ride it out as Bates bounced Onika on her thighs to wrench the hold, thrusting her hips in an almost sexual manner Bates alternated the constriction on Cassava’s upper body. Keeping her unbalanced and forcing the rookie’s ass to jiggle for the fans and taunt her partner.
“Yeah, how does that feel, bitch? Still think I ain’t got it?”
Lakeisha spitefully jostles her unwilling cargo a few more time before resuming her talk with Beckett.
“Loretta and you were getting pretty chummy before you pile drove her through a table and put her out for 3 months, any second thoughts before you screwed her over?”
Beckett shrugs and answers through gritted teeth, galled by LK’s toying with Cassava. “Not a one, but that’s who I was back then. Trust me nobody knows better what a heinous bitch I used to be than Cassava. And I don’t expect a couple of unrepentant whores like you and LaRue to understand what it’s like to look yourself in the mirror and be ashamed of the things you’ve done, since you two sluts don’t know shame. And for the record, I did call Loretta before I came to Orlando to apologize and try and mend fences. I don’t know if she forgives me, but at least I made the effort. What kinda effort have either of you made, other than in the back alleys of Tijuana with some “papi” you met at the club? Hmm?”
Bates snarls at Beckett and returns her attention back to Onika. She releases the painful hold, but not Cassava herself, transitioning from the Royal Butterfly into a crushing bear hug so that she can look the poseur in the eye as she gives her some final words of advice before finishing her off for good.
“Listen, Oreo...I don’t know why I’m even trying to help your stupid bitch ass out, but Beckett? She’s got all these people snowed, and she’s got you snowed, too. This whole redemption bullshit is just that - a scam! You ain’t the first, you watch...you keep running with her, and she’s gonna play you for the fool you are! Hell, she already
is by the look of it! But, hey...maybe after she puts you in the hospital, you’ll get an apology phone call. Maybe that’ll be some conso-AHHHH!!”
“The only bullshit I’ve been hearing,” Cassava growls, having shut Bates up via a nasty looking headbutt, “has been from your mouth! And I’ve had enough of it!!” Another headbutt breaks LaKeisha’s grip, but not Cassava’s. In fact, the Internet Sensation’s grip around her tormentor’s waist tightens, as she hoists Bates up and over, planting her into the mat with a ring-shaking belly to belly suplex. The Ghetto Queen lies, flat-backed on the mat and groaning as Cassava once again begins the achingly slow crawl to her corner. Cassandra holds her breath and holds out her hand, shouting words of encouragement to her partner. With Long astutely right there to block her path, the topless Kendra can only look on, hoping that somehow, something will stop that loser from making the tag.
And something does: doubt. The crowd is coming unglued as Cassava finally reaches her corner. She begins to reach out to make the tag, but she stops short. Looking up at Cassandra, all at once, she remembers. The ambushes, the beatings, the strippings, the utter humiliation she’s suffered at her partner’s hands. Sure, she’s shown a desire and an effort to change and be better, but a nagging thought gnaws at her: Is Bates right? Is it all an act? Is Cassandra just setting her up to stab her in the back once again down the road?
“Come on!” Beckett pleads with her, eyes watering with heartbreak as she can see the doubt in her unrequited love’s eyes, “What are you waiting for? TAG ME!!”
Cassava can see the heartbreak on Cassie’s (that’s what Cassava had taken to calling her new partner) face, bringing tears to her own eyes. But still...her hand stays just out of reach. And then, all hope is dashed, as LaKeisha, having barely recovered, grabs hold of Cassava’s ankle and drags her away from the corner once more.
“Credit where it’s due, bitch.” LK spits through ragged breaths, “You’re damned tough. Tougher than your piece of shit idol, that’s for sure. But this is over - NOW!!” With that, she pulls Cassava up to a kneeling position. She then stands over her, grabbing her wrists and pulling the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s torso upwards until her head was firmly between her legendary thighs, her face directly in her crotch. She looks Beckett dead in the eyes as she gives a little shimmy grinding against Cassava, trapped as she was in the standing headscissors, before finally dropping her with her Rumpshaker finisher, finishing the move by planting her plump backside over Onika’s face, finishing her off in classic FAWN style!
No sooner had LaKeisha planted Onika into the mat, then Larue climbed through the ropes, dashing across the ring to cut Beckett off from a potential save, crashing into the brunette beauty, and launching her from the apron, down to the floor.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Kendra grins wickedly as the announcer declares them the winners over the PA to a shower of boos, she gives her partner, who is not giving up her seat atop Cassava’s mug, a big hug from behind before licking her lips and moving around to Onika’s legs.
“You thinking what I’m thinking, boo?” LaRue coos with a wink, while Bates grinds her facesit, buffing Cassava’s pretty face with her moneymaker.
“Old school FAWN?” LK answers with a question of her own. Kendra licks her lips once more, much more slowly, and she nods, walking her fingers up Cassava’s torso before finally taking hold of her tank top.
“You stripped me, you little slut,” Kendra purrs maliciously, “only fair I return the favor.” Bates grins and looks down, grabbing the Sri Lankan’s wrists to keep her from resisting her ritual humiliation. Unfortunately, had she been looking up, she might’ve been able to warn her partner of the oncoming danger. Her veteran experience telling her that LaRue’s blocking of an entrance point made a save impossible, Beckett had abandoned any attempt to break up the pin, essentially conceding the match. What she did do, instead, was ensure that those two bitches wouldn’t be able to harm or humiliate her beloved any further. Chair in hand, Cassandra climbed back into the ring and, with murder in her eyes, took a home run swing at LaRue’s exposed back, connecting with a sickening CRACK!
That crack wakes Bates up in a hurry, as she looks up to see Kendra screaming in pain, rolling around on the mat, holding her mat, red welts already raising where the steel made contact. “Oh, shit!” LaKeisha yelps as she releases Cassava’s wrists and scurries away just in time to avoid Beckett’s next shot, aimed squarely at her head. The overhead shot instead comes down with a loud BANG on the canvas. The red mist has not been sated, however, as Beckett stalks after the pair, seeing Bates scrambling to gather Kendra up and get the hell out of Dodge. One final massive swing just barely misses as the victorious team rolls to the outside and hightails it out of there, up the ramp and through the curtain. Cassandra slams the chair down in disgust and frustration as she looks after the retreating twosome. Once out of sight, she looks down at the recovering Cassava with a mix of hurt and disappointment, Onika returning her gaze with one of sorrow and apology.
